I paused along the corridor and breathed a simple prayer,
“Lord, help her have a better day today.
The pain in Mother’s body seems to worsen by the hour;
Help me to comfort her in some small way.”

She smiled wanly, took my hand and kissed it tenderly.
“I’ve had an awful night,” she whispered low.
I saw familiar worry lines carved deeply in her brow;
‘Twas hard to see my mother suffer so.

“I’ve been so very sick and also very frightened, too.
The devil has been here tormenting me.
He told me I’m not worthy to be called a child of God;
That Jesus never died on Calvary.”

I put my arms around her neck and wiped away her tears.
“There’s no way he can hurt you, Mother dear.
The devil is a coward and he picks on the infirmed.
But God’s eternal love casts out all fear.

“Let’s stake our claim in Jesus and resist the enemy.
We’ll concentrate our thoughts on Christ alone.
Let’s praise Him for salvation He provided full and free
By giving us full access to His throne.

“Let’s sing the songs of triumph, adoration, boundless joy
To Jesus who inhabits all our praise.
There’ll be no room for Satan to invade this hallowed room;
With thankful hearts, our hands to God we’ll raise.

"We’ll plead the blood of Jesus over you while you’re alone
And dwell on things of good report and true.
We’ll focus on the honest things, the lovely and the pure*
And all the things that God has done for you.”

Then Mother raised her bony hand, a smile crept o’er her face.
“There’s power in the blood” my Mother cried.
“All glory be to Jesus, Hallelujah for the cross!
He bore my sins and chose me for His bride.”

Twas just a few days later when the Lord called Mother home;
Her confidence and trust had been restored.
She left her earthly vessel full of victory and praise
By concentrating on her precious Lord.

*Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there
be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. Philippians 4:8 KJV

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What a wonderful testimony of your mother...It so brings memories of my mother, too. Both these mothers will be out there to greet us when we reach the other side...I love the way you wove the theme in with the story. What better can we do but "think" or concentrate on God and His Salvation. If we think on things that are true, good, etc., as it instructs in the verse you used, we will never lose our concentration on the Lord...I love your style of poetry and recognize the poet...Lots of love and prayers...Helen

I liked this and the way your point came across. I saw a loving, caring daughter giving her mom strength and hope when she needed it most. And of course the daughter drew her strength from the Lord, knowing her mom was at peace now. Good job.

What a wonderful message woven through this story-poem! Be prepared to meet the accuser with praise to the Lord, keeping our eyes on Jesus; and the enemy cannot stand to hang around! Such a blessing we can share with the vulnerable around us. This is so well done, I wish I'd written it myself. (^&^) I hope when the author is revealed, I can share this with others in need.

This was the first verse that came to my mind for this week's topic, and you showed it so beautifully. I remember how Satan threw his darts at my own dear Christian mother in her last days of weakness. Thanks be to our wonderful Lord who gives the victory. Your love for your mother and your confidence in the Lord, as well as hers for you and Him, are depicted wonderfully in your lovely poem.